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Curzon
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June 4th, 2005

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Mission Accomplished

MutantFrog readers probably read Adamu’s recent assignment to Joe and myself: find and consume ramen noodles made with… coffee. Today, we set out to consume the target in question.

Here’s Joe of Nichinichi enjoying his coffee ramen…

After consuming the noodles, you have the option of putting in cream instead of drinking the soup straight.

How was it? Well, I was expecting it to be revolting. It’s actually… decent. If anyone wants to check it out, here’s a map from the Ochajaya Station. It’s called “Aroma,” or 亜唘”šÃ¦”˜Â© in Japanese.

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Mutant Frog Travelogue » Blog Archive » Where’s the Niurou?
June 7, 2005
2:51 am
[...] is in Taiwan this summer, and in keeping with the challenge issued by Adamu last week, and Curzon and Joe’s intrepid trek to consume coffee flavored ramen, per [...]
Tedorigawa Raamen
June 10, 2005
3:35 pm
I have a blog "Tedorigawa" about raamen. I'd like to put a link to this page, if I may. I mean.... coffee raamen? The best of two worlds if you're from Seattle, I guess, and like raamen. And... So, it really tasted decent, eh?

So, with your permission, may I put a link on my blog to this page?

Thanks.

Tedorigawa
Dan
June 10, 2005
10:06 pm
Hmmm... a chest-shot of a guy... *disturbing*
Mutant Frog Travelogue » Blog Archive » Am I a Japan Apologist? If so, sorry!
March 30, 2006
6:08 am
[...] My own experiences in and related to Japan (obsessive language study, tumultuous relationship that ended in death threats, meeting and getting engaged to Mrs. Adamu here in Washington) have been, as life tends to be, bittersweet and full of as much pain as joy, but I still feel some pressure to speak well of Japan whenever someone (Japanese or non) asks me about it. Usually, I stick with the food. Nothing controversial about food, and really, Japanese food is the best. I used to have much more heartfelt and uncritical praise for Japan, back when the scenery, the people (“handler” types included), the language, and the fact that it wasn’t America kept me excited. [...]